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THE TUNNEL
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jides Verne
On Her Way
(Copyright, 1013, by In ten at tonal New* Service.)
tty NELL BRINKLEY
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
months lay on the sidewalks, tin-
marred for miles by a footprint. The
air that had quivered and trembled
to the clamor of mighty industry
was still. The ground no longer
trembled under the pound and jar
of monster machinery. Along the
wonderful waterfront lay rows of
dead steamers.
Allan occupied the fifth floor of the
Administration Building. His win
dows looked out on a criss-crossed
maze of tracks, now rusty and de
serted. During the first few weeks of
his stay he did not leave the building
at all, but busied himself going over
his plans. Then he spent weeks in
the galleries far down under the bed
of the Atlantic. He saw only a very
few of his old staff. He talked to
practically no one but O'Malley, the
young man who had won his spurs
that terrible morning when the blast
of flame swept through the galleries
and all but snuffed Allan’s great en
terprise. Rives was gone long since.
He had bought a farm in Maine and
settled there to spend the remainder
of his days.
When he had all of the facts at his
finger ends; when he had made a
complete and minute survey of the
whole situation, he went to New York
and had a final interview with Lloyd.
He had had only a minute or two
talk with him the day of his acquit
tal. and on that occasion the great
financier was hopeful, but non-com
mittal.
The great man received him in the
library of his New York home. Ethel
was away at the time, a matter which
caused her father some regret, he
said.
"She shares with me a great ad
miration for you, Mr. Allan,” he said,
kindly.
A LLAN flushed slightly and mum
bled some embarrassed reply.
There is a saying among law
yers which is to the effect that when
the Court is unusually complimentary
and considerate it is because His
Honor wants to ease the sting 6f the
decision which he has already men
tally formed against you. Allan
sensed something of the same sort in
Mr. Lloyd’s studied kindness.
He insisted that Allan come to din
ner, and would not hear a word of
business until they were sitting over
the coffee and cigars in the library.
The strain of the past year had told
on even Lloyd’s nerves—or, rather, on
a man who was popularly supposed
to be entirely without nerves. His
manner was not quite so phlegmatic
and he looked older.
"I have spent several months going
over the situation at Tunnel City,”
Allan began. Lloyd nodded encour-
»Singly.
“We understood that you were very
busy,” he said. “I believe Ethel tried
to communicate with you once or
twice and did not succeed.”
“I'm sorry,” apologized the en
gineer, “but I left positive orders that
I was to be ‘incommunicado’ so long
as I remained at the works.”
“Quite right—quite right,” approved
Mr. Lloyd, who could appreciate sin
gle-minded devotion to work.
"I have been doing a lot of figur
ing.” Allan went on. “and I think we
can go ahead and make a consider
able showing at about one-third of
our former operating cost.”
The financier carefully fitted the
tips of his fingers together and leaned
back in his chair.
“Yes?” he said.
“Yes,” declared Allan, with a little
more enthusiasm. “By that I mean
we can give the appearance of activ
ity that we had before the smash, do
fully half as much actual work, and
all for about one-third of our previous
monthly budget.”
“And we have no money at all,” re
marked Mr. Lloyd.
“True,” returned Allan warmly,
“but surely we can raise some money
now or we will be able to in a few
months.”
The man of money shook his head
doubtfully.
“I don’t want to take too black a
view' of the situation.” he said slowlv. !
“but I’m afraid that you do not quite
appreciate where we stand.”
Black Words.
“But surely,” objected Allan, “there ;
has been every sign for months and
months that public confidence was re
turning.”
“That is very true,” conceded Lloyd.
“I am very thankful to be able to
see it. I have managed to retrieve
most of my personal losses that is
one of the best indications. Public
confidence is returning. Confidence is
returning to great business enter
prises. It is even returning to us.
who were at the head of affairs—but I
do not think that confidence in the
tunnel is returning.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
seized upon me the minute I stood still,
and with laughter and badinage ran
up after him. and joined him just as he
was stepping forth again from the fatal
room.
“ ‘She is not here,’ he commenced,
angrily, but seeing my face he ceased,
and I readily drew him back with me
into the room.
” ‘Oh, Dr. Molesworth,’ I shrieked, as
the door shut, ‘save me!’
“He threw back his coat, stared at
me, and said again in a fierce, fiery
way:
“ ‘Where is Genevieve?’
"I almost sank on the ground at hia
feet. If I had really murdered her I
could not have felt more guilty than I
did at that minute.
“ ‘Do not ask me,’ I murmured, ‘ask
yourself. You are the man who killed
her. She trusted your love ’
“He had me by the arm in a terrible
grip.
“ ‘Show her to me!’ were his words,
‘unless you yourself are she. Are you?
he reiterated, looking in my face with
something almost like frenzy in his air.
‘You have on the bride’s dress, and you
are I suppose by this time Mrs. Camer
on, but if you are also the woman who
promised to marry me- 1 —’
‘I am not. I am the woman who
loves Walter Cameron. The woman
who loves you lies there.’ And I tore
aside the clothing that hid her and
showed her poor face to his horrified
gaze.
“ ‘She preferred death to robbing me
of my hopes,’ I said. ‘Though she came
back expecting to take my place and
marry Dr. Cameron as she had agreed,
such despair seized her when she saw
me dressed a nd eager for the ceremony
that she seized a bottle of poison which
she had concealed in her Jewel casket
an<j emptied it at a draught.’
“He had by this time felt her pulse
and smelt the poison still lingering on
her lips.
" ‘Prussic aeid,’ he asserted, and rose
up in a certain awful self-possession
which filled me full of a new horror
even while it gave me hope.
“ ‘She died very quickly,’ I now hast
ened to say. *1 could not have procured
help, even if she had given me the op
portunity of doing so. But she did not.
She was too anxious that I should bene
fit by the sacrifice she had made. One
of us must be happy,’ she insisted, and
her last words were ‘Tell Dr. Moles
worth he is not to stand in the way of
your happiness, but help you.’
“Ah!” came from his lips at this, and
he gave me an unfathomable look.
Did he doubt me? Did any suplclon
such as you have felt cross his mind?
I do not think so; if it ever came—and
from some hints iny husband has given
me concerning his after conduct I fear
that it ultimately <Iid—It was after ho
had time to think of the whole matter;
otherwise he could scarcely have en-
ered into the situation as he did, or of
fered me so freely his aid in the awful
emergency in which I found myself.
"For, with but the shortest moment
given to grief he turned upon me and
asked if my secret was still safe
and when I told him it was, he said,
shortly:
To Be Continued To-morrow.
May and June.
Obadiah Binks was one of thosri
sentimental idiots who had allowed
his pa‘wions to capitulate to the ever-
increasing wiles of the mischief-
maker Cupid. To put it more con
cisely, he had fallen in love.
Unfortunately for Obadiah. how
ever, it was a ease of unrequited af
fection. for the lady of his c hoice had
made it plainly visible from time to
time that his attentions were posi
tively objectionable.
One day Obadiah turned up at her
abode, nothing daunted by his previ
ous experience. He was uahered into
the drawing room by.her 10-year-old
brother. Billy.
“Is your sister in?” asked Binks,
nervously.
“No,” replied the other, promptly,
“she's just gone out.”
“Ah!” sighed the love-stricken
Binkfr\ romantically. “So I am like
the man who went to the cage when
the bird had flown.”
“No, you ain’t,” responded Billy.
“You’re like the month of June.”
“Why, how that?”
“Because,” was the reply, “every
time you come May goes out.”
girl to marry me and she has ac
cepted, but do you think the dif
ference in our ages is too great?
S. W. M.
You are not a day too old for her.
There is just enough difference to
make you more considerate of her
and to give her a greater respect for
you.
HAVE YOU TOLD YOUR FATHER?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
? am 18 and kept company with
a man about six months. I found
that he was not the sort of a
man I would like, so I did not no
tice him any more. We did not
have a quarrel.
I keep company with another
young man now, and if I am with
him, my girl frienos, or alone, he
follows me wherever I go.
S. B. U. I.
A girl’s father, or a brother, is in
position to put an end *o insulting
attentions like these. If both are j
powerless, appeal to the police. You
must not risk your personal safety by
letting him follow you around in this
manner.
A Bad Actor.
“So you want to join our com-*
pany?” said the theatrical manager i
to the seedy-looking applicant. “In
what pieces have you ever appeared?” .
“Well,” replied he, "my last en-
gagement was with 'The Blot on the
Scutcheon.’ ”
“What character did you act?”
"I was the Blot.”
HOW ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR
CHILDREN?
Are you giving them nourishfng
food—food that will develop their
muscles, bones and flesh—food that
is easily digested and cheap?
Ever thought about Spaghetti—
Faust Spaghetti? Do you know that
a 10c package of Faust Spaghetti
contains as much nutrition as 4 lbs.
of beef? Your doctor will tell you it
does. And Faust Spaghetti costs one-
• tenth the price of meat. Doesn’t that
solve a big item in the high cost of
living?
You probably haven’t served Faust
Spaghetti as often as you should be
cause you don’t know how many dif-
i ferent w r ays it can be cooked -write
for free recipe book to-day and
you'll be surprised at the big variety
of dishes you can make from this
nutritious food. In 5c and 10c pack
ages.
MAULL BROS.,
St. Lou's, Mo.
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
”1 made a move. I am sure I marie
a move toward the door, but she cried
out so earnestly, ‘The roll in my bag—
the roll, the roll,' that I turned and
rushed for it, and was going to hand it
to her W'hen she said: ‘It’s for him—
Molesworth. Hide It, and, when you
can. give It to him.’
“I thrust It between the cushions of
the lounge near which 1 stood. I was
all in a daze. The room whirled about
me, and 1 was almost mad. But I man
aged to reach her side Just as she fell.
“ ‘Cover me up,’ she murmured. ‘Go
down, and let nothing stand In .the way
of your marriage. One—of—us—must—
be—happy.’
“I thought all was over, and stood
petrified, but she managed to speak
again.
” ‘Tell him—Julius—that my last-
words were—that he should—leave you
—alone in your—happiness. That he
should—help ’
“The poison had done its work. While
1 w’aa thinging what folks did In such
awful straits, she had suffered her last,
and was quite still.
“I seemed to grow calm tn an Instant.
She was dead, and she had said with
her last breath that I was to go down
at the summons, and be married. Could
1? I seemed to think I could, but O,
the horror of leaving her there with
her tell-tale face and open, accusing
eyes! That was too dreadful. I must
hide this awful picture of myself some
where, but where? Glancing toward the
alcove my eyes fell on a heap of cloth
ing I had torn down from the closet
pegs in my hurry in dressing I would
bury her under those, and I did. Where
I got the strength to do it I do not
know. But in a few minutes it was
done, and I stood up. seemingly alone,
in that great chamber of never-to-be-
forgotten horrors.
"My first act was to listen; my next
to look in the mirror. The face I met
was colorless and my veil was so dis
arranged I had to take it off and put It
on again. While I was doing this a
knock sounded on the door; the sum
mons from my bridegroom had come.
“The next thing you will care to bear
were my thoughts when that scream
was heard. I did not have any. Other
wise I should have screamed myself. I
was being married to Dr. Cameron, and
1 nothing must interfere with the comple-
| tion of the ceremony. Afterward—but
you will let me pass over that. I was
in the grasp of terror and only looked
for an opportunity to escape and solve
the mystery of that scream. For I was
sure I heard steps above me. and if this
were true, then Genevieve had come to
life again, for no one else could be there
since I had locked the door when I came
out. and had the key concealed in my
bosom.
“So intent was I upon leaving my
post that I had turned partly around
•. hen 1 suw crosing the doorway from
the front vestibule, the form and face
of a man whose presence at once awoke
In my terrified heart a distinct feeling
of hope. They were those of Julius
Molesworth.
“He was heavily muffled, and his
coat dollar was drawn up about his
ears, hut I knew him at once, and with
out .stopping to ask what errand had
brought him to this fatal spot, I hur
ried away from my bridegroom, and
accosted the intruder Just as he was
about to enter where I was.
“ ‘Dr. Molesworth ’ I began.
“But he had his own word to say.
“ ‘Which of you two Is It? Answer at
once, for if it is Genevieve *
“But here I stopped him.
" ‘It is not; it is Mildred. Genevieve is
upstairs—in the front room—here is the
key take it and go In—I will come im
mediately.’
“I forced the key upon him, I pushed
him through the crowd; I saw him step
his foot upon the stairs, and paused,
that we might not be seen going up to
gether. When he was at the top I tore
myself away from the throngh who had
into ice on the uttermost slopes,
where it sweeps from the home of
the whirlwind and the snowslide,
in mighty toboggan way* fit for a
god or a giant, they do not ski.
Some day they will. Perhaps when
that day comes the Winter girls
here will sport the same fetching,
sensible, easy rig they wear in
Switzerland. Bobsledding v/ould be a
better thing than it already is If I
we could do it in th.s—a sweater of I
a brilliant rolor. woollen gloves *
knitted and elbow high, a knitted
woollen “toque," a scarf for neck
or waist, one pair of woollen stock
ings to the knee, and another pair
that folds in a roll above the ankle,
boots of waterproof leather, and the
best of all. knickers of waterproof
cloth. When Winter comes howling
across the hills, even If you have to
forego the knickers, the rest of It Is
a rig worth trying. Winter is no
fun If you aren't comfy and don’t
know that you look pretty.
— \KJ.1. HRIVKTjEY
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J BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
(Trnm the Herman of Bernhard KH'ermanx—
Corwan Torsion Copyrighted. 1&18. by 8.
1 s he* Yrrlag. Berlin. English translation and
■‘.wp/righted 1913, by International Natre Berrica.)-
iO-JJAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Allan was sentenced to the peniten
tiary for not more than six years ana
not le‘is than three years and nine
months. It was the^heaviest sentence
rvrprHhle a n d Allan’s* lawyers were
jvmfounded, though they understood
that it had been given under the pres
sure of a tremendous hostile public-
opinion. They at once served notice
of appeal, and then there was a by
play that was of the greatest import
ance, for it injected a sort of humor
into the situation. And this was what
the situation needed.
Ethel Lloyd was in court when sen
tence was pronounced. She was sit
ting with a friend, and when the
Judge’s words reached them the girl
lifted up her voice and spoke with ail
the emphasis and conviction that
characterized her more spirited inter
views with her redoubtable father.
“It’s an outrage—a miscarriage of
justice!” she declared. “The courts
are afraid of public opinion, and I
guess the steamship companies
haven’t been asleep.”
She made no effort to lower her
voice especially, out of consideration
for the august presence, and her
words were overheard by a court of
ficer. The next instant she was haled
before the bar and fined $500 for con
tempt of court. Accompanying the
fine was a bitter lecture from the
judge, which did not improve the
lady’s temper.
At the instance of an attorney of
Allan’s she was allowed until the fol
lowing morning to pay the fine, as she
represented that she had no money
and could not communicate with her
father. Furthermore, she added, th.it
she was not certain that she would
not rather go to jail than pay the
fine. Whereupon the couft warned
against the perils of a second offense
in the way of contempt.
The young woman decided over
night that she would not pay the fine
and sent an insolent message to the
judge. He promptly ordered her ar
rest. When the officers reached the
> Lloyd mansion, they were told that
she was not at home. After some
hours they learned that this was true.
The girl had gone on board her fa
ther’s yacht and put out to sea. Mr.
TJovd tred to appease the outraged
jurist. He paid the fine and offered
everv apology, but the irate judge re
fused to unbend until finally the pa
pers began to poke fun at him. Then
he agreed to accept an apology from
the voung woman, and with some
difficulty her father persuaded her to
write one.
Out on Bail.
Months went by. Allan yielded to
the urgine - of his friends, was admit-
t'r 1 to bail and accepted it. The Ap
pellate Division sustained the ver
dict of the lower court, although a
minority of one strongly dissented.
Public opinion trrew calmer and calm
er. Industrial conditions began show
ing a marked Improvement. Banks
were reopened and the business of
the world began to resume its old-
time aspect. So there was hardly
even surprise and no indignation
when the highest court of the State
reversed the lower courts and ordered
a new trial.
The new trial was hardly more
than a farce. Allan was acquitted
without difficulty. The tide was once
more setting in his favor. Newspa
pers that had bitterly attacked him
before now found some reason for
congratulating him on his acquittal.
Ethel Lloyd was nearly wild with en
thusiasm.
But in Allan’s mind there was at
this time only one thought—solitude.
He went to Tunnel City.
WOMAN DISPOSES.
T HE Tunnel was dead.
The sound of the footsteps of
an occasional Inspector echoed
with a hollow, mournful sound up
and down the long: and empty Kal-
leries The big electric locomotives
stood in silent rows in the engine
houses, tended by a few gloomy and
taciturn engineers. Occasionally
train ran in and out in a leisurely,
indifferent fashion. Only in the great
ravine which had caused the ter
rible explosion was there any sign
of real activity. Here the laborers
of the Pittsburg company toiled to
get out the rich submarine deposits.
Tunnel City was deserted. The
streets were silent and the dust of
© The Manicure Lady @ ©
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
“I
HAD a funny dream last night,”
said the Head Barber. “I don’t
• usually dream about anything ex
cept a horse race, but last night I
dreamed that I was in a swell room with
a lot of the Four Hundred, and that I
was doing the turkey trtft with you.
I was wondering how either one of us
got into such a swell company when I
woke up.”
“That was one dream that will never
come true,” said the Manicure Lady.
“You couldn’t get me to get up and
(iar.ee one of them idiot dances like the
turkey trot if you held a loaded musket
right at my head. I would rather have
my head full of bird shot than empty
rooms. •
“The only good thing about them new
dances, George, is that the folks in the
asylums has got some real Joy out of
them. They have dances in all the
asylums every week, sometimes of-
tener. and they let ail the ihmates
dance. I was reading the other day
that the crazy folks takes to the new
dances just as natural as a duck takes
to water, and I think anything that
pleases a poor lunatic is worth some
notice, anyhow.”
“Do all the nuts like the turkey trot?”
a«ked the Head Barber
“Sure they do," said the Manicure
Lady. “Why shouldn’t they? They are
gaited just right for that kind of
dancing. Wilfred went to a dance the
other night that was gave by some
society people In Hapeville, and one of
the girls wouldn’t dance with him be
cause all he could do was the old-
fashioned waiiz. He kind of burned up
about it, I guess, because when the
dance was over ami he had went home
he wrote a poem about the crowd and
the new dances. I don’t remember all
of it, but I was reading it over after
he got it back from the magazine he
sent it to, and part of it went like this:
"On with the dance, but it ain’t the
dance
Our grandfathers used to dance,
For now the folks do not two-step or
waltz.
All they do is to foolishly prance.
I could learn to turkey trot In a minute,
But I can not see where there is any
thing in It.
“When I saw* them people dancing it.
This crowd of so-called society,
I blushed because at once I seen
They didn’t have no sense of pro
priety.
Rather than dance them dances new
I would die on the ballroom floor
And pass up through them skies so blue.
To the blessed golden shore.”
“It is a good thing that didn’t get Into
print, or them society people would
sure have felt pretty cheap,’’ said the
Head Barber.
”1 know it would, but that’s the trou
ble with Wilfred.” said the Manicure
Lady “He writes a lot of good ser
mons like that, but none of them ever
gets Into print, where the world can
see them. I think if he was on one of
the big newspapers he would do a world
of good. He would fire the people to a
sense of right, George.”
"He w’ould get fired before the peo
ple,” declared the Head Barber.
—WILLIAM F. KIRK.
W HEN the soft, tender months
of Indian Summer have slip
ped by—so stealthily, so
dreamily—that, drinking deep of
their w’lne. you find the bottom of
the cup before you have scarce be
gun, Autumn harkens to a stealthy
sound—a breath from the North!
At the gate of her rustling golden
woods she cries. "Who goes there?"
And back comes the answer in a
frosty, ringing voice, “It is I—the
SPIRIT of WINTER!’’ And the
gold woods turn to bronze—and
they rustle dryer and dryer, and
soon the ground is a rout of flying
leaves, and the trees are naked.
And then the wool of snow blankets
the meadows and city streets and
the far Rockies. And the Winter
girl comes "bobbing.” skating,
sleighing, snowshoeing, skiing, if
she is lucky enough to be in Canada
or the Alps! Out in my own
Rockies, where the snow packs In
the deep valleys, where it glazes
Do You Know—
Generous.
Grandma—Johnnie, I have discov
ered that you have taken more barley
sugar than I gave you.
Johnnie—Yes, grandma, I’ve been
making believe there was another lit
tle boy spending the day with ma,
Oysters can not live in the Baltic
Sea. The reason is that it is not salt
enough. They can only live in water
that contains at least 37 parts of salt
in every 1,000 parts of water.
Heads of colleges in British univer
sities are variously known as “war
dens,” “masters,” “principals.” “rec
tors,” "provosts,” "presidents,”
“deans” and “censors."
Hundreds of seabirds killed by the
concussion produced by the firing of
big guns on warships during practice
have recently been washed up on the
shores of Argyll.
The difference between the tallest
and shortest races in the world is 1
foot 8 1-8 inches, and the average
heighth of the world's peoples is 5
feet 5 1-2 inches.
Deaths in England and Wales due
to consumption have decreased in
number during the past half century
by nearly 60 per cent.
Spiders prefer ivy to any other
abode. Their eggs are hidden safely,
during winter behind the thick
leaves.
4"he average strength of a woman
compared with a man is as 67 to 100.
SOMETIMES MOTHERS DON’T
KNOW.
D ear miss Fairfax:
I am 19 years of age and
in love with a young man
22 years old. We are both Swed
ish. Can you tell me how I can
find out if he loves me, as my
mother says he doesn’t?
GKRDA.
I am satisfied that Love is a little
secret mothers sometimes are the last
to suspect. For this reason your mo
ther’s opinion should not distress you.
If he loves you, he will tell you.
Don’t try to force the avowal; don’t
even put yourself in an expectant at
titude. Just go on being his sympa
thetic friend, and some time soon, I
am sure, he will awaken to the real
ization that life is not worth while
without you.
CERTAINLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young man 29 years
old and am deeply in love with
a young girl 17 years old, and I
know my love is returned. I am
earning a good salary and have
no bad habits. X have asked this
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